Yesterday's stormy weather provoked a migraine. Went home an hour early, after the storm passed through, and capitulated to taking meds abut 6PM as the headache intensified. I went for the full promethazine+hydrocodone cocktail, and by 8PM was so zonked I dragged myself to bed and, except for getting up about 11PM to put on my nightshirt, slept until 7AM. So naturally I am still sleepy today but PAIN FREE so yay.

Also I am over 2/3 of the way through The Black Company, which is a short read admittedly, and this time I think I'm finally understanding the landscape each scene is set in. I read fast, and have a tendency to skip over parts--I can't slow my reading down; I've tried and I just lose track of what the heck is going on--so each reread through something tends to be revelatory as I discover new things that I'd missed all the times before. And this time, it's the landscape.

BTW, on the topic of storms, a comment from Reddit (the /r/askhistorians subreddit, which is one of the places with draconian moderation so the conversation is actually interesting and useful): the user MomentOfArt explains the moment he understood why one Native American tribe called the twin-tornado phenomenon Dead Man Walking.

Edit: Posting comment and pic under cut because as the assertion that it was called Dead Man Walking is only from a TV dcoumentary and there's so far been no scholarly support for the fact (the OP is searching), the mods are debating deleting the comment. So take the assertion as you will.

I watched a documentary on tornadoes that mentioned that one of the plains tribes had an oral tradition of referring to one particular type of tornado as a "dead man walking." They had footage of a May 27, 1997 tornado that went through the small Central Texas town of Jarrell, that was described by storm-chasers as beginning with a medium dual-rope tornado or multi-vortex pencil tornado. (as it went through town it became lethal)

For the first and only time in my life, I saw the dead-man-walking. It looked like the hips, legs, and feet of a huge giant. The two tornadoes were connected at the top, which looked like hips/lower torso. The clouds obscured the imagined upper body, the bend in the "rope" made knees, and the point of contact with the ground made a dusty swelling that could be thought of as feet. As each of the twin tornadoes rotated around each other they created a haunting optical illusion of legs walking. It was a real heart-stopper. Edit: Still image found here.

After seeing that footage, I have no problem understanding how an oral tradition of an angry spirit scuffing his way across the landscape could occur.

Edit: Updated details once I located the correct event.

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